I don’t want to hold your handbut there are monsters worse than you hereAnd maybe I’m just a bit scared.When I finally give in you are all too welcomingI say it won’t hurt if it’s only for a little while.

You are filled with nooks and crawl spacesEach more surprising than the one before“Don’t look for mine,” I say“They’re deep and dark and decomposed.”You’ve found them all by the end of the month.

My home is not with youin the darkHawks and stags don’t cohabitateSo neither do weBut, you say we could make lives togetherand sometimes I believe you.

With our fish hook teethwe bite through knucklesand wash them off in the sinkwith an apologyWe are mistrusted and misconstruedAll we can do nowIs descend.